The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The wall cracked. It did not shatter. It sighed. A low, tectonic groan rose from the foundations of the Ward, vibrating through the steel soles of my boots. I stood on the threshold of Cell Block Four. The air tasted of ozone and old iron. The floodlights flickered, stuttering in a rhythm that matched my own arrhythmia. I was sixty-four years old. My knees ached with the dampness of the...

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